Song: "It's Not Work If You Do It Right"

Yet again, I shall display my skills at poem writing, and how effeminate it appears to be to my father and my extremely protective mother who suffocates me with love. So yeah, I have no family problems whatsoever.

This goes out to the overworked heroes of the daily grind. The others guys. The pencil-pushers in the backrooms making the front-line guys look good. To the teachers, public sector workers, and people stuck in cubicles - here we are.

"It's Not Work If You Do It Right"

I once had a dream,With a pretty, blue, watery stream,That's not what I can say for me,My car is spewing shit that's unclean,

At least,I get free water,According to the CEO,That's more perks than I aughttaI hope I can be Neo,Cause this sure better be the Matrix,

Dude... I fricking hate my job!It's a sea of endless entropy!The car park outside earns more than me!If I explode today,There's a replacement the second after!I can smell the bullshit coming outta the boss's mouth

Despite the never bohemian appearance,And the vaguely work-ethic that exists,There is nothing about productivity,And time-managment that we couldn't gleam from,New York and London fashion magazines!

I feel like a soldier to the deadline Gestapo,They're holding dominion, over,every single,Pointless safety drill.Like we're not worthy.